Skirt Cooled Heels Strident

If only we'd rip it asunder\ Thrust fingers into the gooed funnel with writhing wrenching muscles cindering her pinkdom.

A trollop no doubt greased to straddle my driver too young to wimper and crotch stroll\High heels gut her response to my slapped intrusions with crazed caterwaul\Clench those locks and yank to my delight.

My fleshed head's so slick it's inhaled through her tongue gorge chunked with pearlies gnarling but switching crazily to a fisting joust she injests violently.